The Luring

The Luring

I tread upon this dreaded path
Slight quiver, let my heart be still,
A siren call, a nervous laugh
Swift terror does arrest my will

Uncertainty of where I’m bound
Enhanced the gallop in my chest,
In haste I seek the shielded ground
A span of which induced my quest

Louder still, the witches’ song
Charms my heart of good desire,
Relinquishes the quest so long
Compels my soul to wicked pyre

Abandonment hence found its way
As blackened shroud does steal my breath,
The ashes mark the final day
I wandered past the shadow of death